The lights of a big city are like beacons that don 't let you go astray. Their light cannot be eclipsed , because it is born of inner insight. Like the quivering of strings that produce sound, the agitation of their swarming thoughts sets everything in motion. But their proximity to the mysteries of the first causes of all things keeps them from arrogance. They know that they are only vehicles of the supra -world Light. And this Light is boundless , like infinity, encoded in a combination of numbers in the name (8018=8+1+8=17, 1+7=8), floating between spirits and the spiritual, the earthly and the heavenly, the knowable and the incomprehensible.